Cascading curtain crashes continuously, a fluid ladder leaping from lofty heights, never tiring, always tumbling in its timeless dance.

When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?

I am known for my impressives surges, but I do not fall in anger. You might get wet if you approach me.

I am beauty and love, lover of war and the second in line of the light

I have the many dead, but I do not have equality. I am known for my quarries and chambers, where rest the men of past..